Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 57

They were so so loud with their gigantic “war”, That they disturbed O’Holy man doing parkour. “Who in the world is making that noise? It’s probably some bandits from Illinois.” So he walked straight to the battlefield, And saw a person holding a shield. But instead of shouting “Stop!” or “Hey!” He just asked... “Can I play?” “But wait!” you may ask “Where’s the other guy?” Well, he was on holiday in Shanghai. But after a month, they all met, Somewhere near the border of Sìchuān and Tibet. But anyway, we shan’t waste our time, And continue with our GLORIOUS rhyme. When they all gathered, there was a lot of shyness, Until O’ Holy man…broke the silence. He said “Let’s do a competition to show off our talents, After all, everyone loves a little challenge!” So they partied and showed off all night long, And in the morning, they all sang songs. They told each other why they wanted to travel to the West, And just like that they started their quest. It wasn’t long before they came to a stop, In front of a little pizza shop. But they didn’t stop there to eat and drink, But instead to look at a Lavink. A Lavink is a mythical creature, That is even more powerful than a Zombie teacher. And because these four were an unlucky gang, It bared it’s sharp and deadly fangs. “RUN! RUN! RUN!” yelled two nearby mice, The crew didn’t need to be told twice. They took off running, oh pretty darn fast, Until they were safe (at last). But obviously the world hated them, For out of nowhere jumped a Sebalem. The Sebalem had poisonous spit, And it used it on anyone who got near it. “No more running!” piggy said. “We kill this beast and move ahead.” So they all put on their SCARY face, And DING! DING! They scored an ace! It was a day of hope and glory! It was the headline of the news story! But just like a river that was always flowing, These brave adventurers kept on going… BANG! CRACK! BOOM! POW! HUH! SHING! HEY! OW! The sound of battle was not amusing, And the 4 friends were... *sigh* losing. They had recently encountered an old wise man, Who was descended from a family called <>. So…um… this old groovy dude began, Pointing a finger at O’ Holy Man, “This young lad and all his friends, Must put together all their heads. Or their last battle will break their necks,